About this book
Every cul-de-sac has its own minor deity, if you know where to leave the offerings. A wry, warm novel about the small rituals — a specific parking spot, a neighbour's borrowed ladder — that hold a street together.
Every cul-de-sac has its own minor deity, if you know where to leave the offerings. A wry, warm novel about the small rituals — a specific parking spot, a neighbour's borrowed ladder — that hold a street together.